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At 10 I had a chance to get back into the sea – the job I have loved since I was nine – but I couldn't be there to help. After six hours of fishing in the Channel, the crew was out of work. I couldn't make it back to school and my mother was having an operation. When my dad came back I went to my own place, where I met up with a group of friends who helped me stay afloat for the rest of the year. I had to ask my parents, who were also at work, to help me. As the boat approached the sea, my parents were worried. I felt very alone in school and didn't know who to call. When I was seven years old I was playing in a tournament – I was so good. My father told me I should be good – I was to the same level. I was so much better – I didn't tell my parents. I didn't realise how wrong it was. My dad was so worried about me. He had no words. By the time I was 15 or 16 I was in school and the seas were so clear and so warm. I was so proud of myself that I had sailed from Portsmouth and my parents were so proud of me. I had always thought that I could be a good sailor; I had always thought that I could be a good sailor. My parents looked on so proudly. I was so proud of myself that they said: 'We will never let you back home forever. You will never leave Portsmouth again.' I remember my parents saying to me: 'You are going to be the best in the world. You are going to be the best in the world – you will be the best in the world if you go where the sea is going – you will be the best if you go where the sea is going.' I was so proud of myself that they said: 'We will never let you back home forever.' It was on the morning of the 16th March that I got my first sea view. I was about to head home when I remember the sound of the boat. I was looking up at the sea. It was dark and it came from all directions. I thought: 'I can't breath so I can't breathe. I can't breathe.' I could feel my lungs. I can't breathe. My lungs were so weak and so weak. I could feel my lungs! I couldn't breath. I could feel what my lungs were doing in my chest. I couldn't breathe! It was the worst moment of my life. It was so hard. I was so embarrassed. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't breathe! I couldn't breathe! It was not a good feeling to be in a boat. It was just an awful feeling. I was so proud of myself that I said: 'I can't breathe so I can't breathe. I can't breathe.' I had never been one to cry for help when a boat was approaching. I was so scared. I didn't know if they would come. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't breathe. When I got home I cried for hours. It was awful. I was so scared I had to sit down on my bed, lay there, and just cry. I didn't want to be in a boat, so the boat went by. My dad was there with the kids, just as the boat was coming into view, so our father was in the back. When we were in the back of the boat at 10am he said: 'I don't want to be in a boat